She really had managed everything all by herself.
In the span of two days, she hadn't even had time for meals and all that was left in her room were some opened packages of cookies.
"So, is our Miss Taylor satisfied this time?"
Lucy Taylor turned around, just in time to see Hannah leaning against the door frame, a trace of fatigue flicker across her delicate face.
As soon as she finished speaking, Hannah couldn't help but cover her mouth to yawn.
The past two days indeed had been quite exhausting.
She had been pulling all-nighters for two days, every second of it packed with guilt over what this was doing to her face.
Staying awake all night, she was losing hair and breaking out in pimples.
These really weren't things a fairy should be doing.
"Hannah Winter." Lucy Taylor's voice suddenly grew hoarse, her eyes filled with emotions that were hard to identify.
There was joy, sadness, and most of it because of Hannah.
She stood up and walked over to Hannah.
